Cats of the Corn

That's what my neighborhood is like....

I walk outside to get the newspaper and I see those glowing eyes. I look out my front door and they are in my little courtyard and there are a scattering of feathers. I don't even want to go out and see what they have done.

Juno is constantly tormented by them in our back yard and Bubba was before him. We walk the neighborhood and you can smell the foulness of cat urine from two houses that are allowing the cats to camp out in their garages.

I left the garage door open and I walked back to go in and out shoots a cat like a bat out of hell.

I just keep getting visions of cats lining up with opaque eyes just staring staring staring....

Chiropractor, how I like thee..

Let me count the ways.... Made my neck better in my riding days so my hand stopped going numb on the bike. Took care of my sciatica during both Max and Maggie's pregnancies. Took care of my shoulder when Maggie decided to sit on me while doing push ups. And I stupidly kept trying to do them with her there. Yeah I know.... dumb dumb dumb.... And now he took care of my neck, shoulders, hips, mid back and lower back from Harry's pregnancy, summer travels, sickness and a 5 month old 19 lb baby who doesn't sit up yet.

Yesterday's news

ANOTHER TOOTH! Yeah, now hopefully the kid can catch a break and get some rest. He's been happier that is for sure.

It has been a pretty eventful week or so. My parents came to visit two weeks ago yesterday. Max and Maggie had a violin concert. It was Maggie's first concert and Max's first time in the orchestra. It was so great to see the confidence in both kids and the excitement in Maggie's eyes.

My parents stayed until Wednesday when we had them skedaddle on out of here. Max woke up with a 102.6 temp. With my mom still recovering, we figured it would be better for them to take off pretty quickly rather than risk either of them getting sick. Can I just tell you that after 5 days of having all the kids at home with me, I was more than ready for Max and Maggie to go back to school today... Thankfully Max's fever only lasted between 24-48 hours. I feel like I haven't really been on the computer much during all this time. Today has given me a little bit of a breather but I still have things to get done so I guess not as much of a breather as I would have liked.

I am just grateful that the kids are getting better, that I am feeling better and that we have all been sleeping a bit better. I am hoping we can keep up

A TOOTH

Thank you thank you thank you thank you for this blog.... Who wouldn't love being able to record the date that they feel their son's first tooth. Yep I was totally bad with the first two but then I didn't have a blog. Usually it is the other way around right? Usually by the third child, ie me there isn't as much done in the baby book. This time around I really am trying to record those special firsts. And so I am so pleased to announce this moment.

Milestones

We take things for granted the older we get. Snapping the fingers, whistling, those two seem to be huge for some reason. Both Max and Maggie want so much to be able to do those two things. I can't remember when I learned how to do either one. I know that my Dad was always whistling some tune or another. Probably one of my fondest memories is my Dad doing that plus it helped us to know where he was in the house :). Anyway, yesterday Max was trying to whistle something he has been trying to do for at least a year. Hell I wish I had some audio of his 'whistling' it was a crack up. And he taught Maggie his style of whistling. I digress anyways yesterday I thought I started to hear the start of his whistling and today I have confirmation that he can indeed whistle. It may not be loud or strong but the air come out of his mouth is making the right noise.
And he is oh so close to snapping his fingers.

Now that is another story with my dad. Probably my not fondest memory was of him either snapping his fingers at my sisters and I or whistling to tell us that in his mind it was time to leave some store we were in. Now that I think about it, it was a whistle and it was one he only used for this purpose and it used to bug us a lot. And when he did this time, we had finally had enough. My Mom was there and we spoke to her about how inappropriate and rude we found the whistle to be. We aren't animals that you whistle at to come inside or do your bidding. And you know the bad thing.... I find myself wanting to whistle at my own kids to come to me or do whatever I have asked them to do. And then I give my head a shake as if to say, please do not do what you hated most.

Sunday, the longest day of the week

You know it could have been a rough hard day. I was certainly tired and a bit grumpy. I am sure there could be a debate on the use of the word 'bit'. We need to get Harry a white noise machine for his room because he seems to be bothered by the airplanes flying overhead and the fan isn't cutting it besides that will get turned down with the weather change.
So my saga begins Sunday morning dark and early around 12:50, Harry wakes up. I feed him. Krismon is off working. 3:30am, I hear Harry and come out. Krismon is home, working, Max had gotten up with a nightmare and was back in bed. I went back to bed but did not go back to sleep well. Krismon comes to tell me an hour later that Max had been down a few more times in that time and he says he is still working and I need to help. I finally go up around 4:50, hearing Harry. Max is in their bathroom reading. I open the door and this wakes Maggie up. I tell Max to go back to bed. I get Harry, Maggie comes out of the room and sits on the couch as I feed Harry. Internally, I am freaking out because I am afraid that I am going to end up with three awake kids. Maggie thankfully lets me feed Harry and get him back to bed. I go in and talk to the kids and tell them to go back to sleep. I stayed upstairs in the guest room so I could monitor the kids. The last time I went in their room was 5:30am. 6:15 Maggie comes into the room and says she is hungry. And guess who was asleep? Yep, Max. He did not wake up for another hour or so. argh. Krismon didn't finish working until 6:00 so I kept the kids as quiet as I could until around 11:30. Then he got up because Harry was fussing on the carpet while I was getting something in the kitchen. Around 12:45, Krismon gave me a two hour break. It was really awesome. I didn't exactly nap but I rested. Anyway, honestly the day went well despite the early early start. It was kind of a surprise.

I am hungry, I can't breathe, I am hungry, I can't breathe...

Yes that is the dilemma that Harry is going through at the moment, poor kid. He has this desire to eat but then his nose is blowing snot bubbles in his attempt to breathe while a boob is stuck in his face. I bet you are getting a nice mental picture with that one...

I was able to avoid the doctor's office because Maggie's fever went away finally and hasn't been back. I don't want to take the kids in if at all possible. More worried about what they would pick up in the sick room.

So that was written yesterday. It seems that Harry is doing better. His nose is not running so much. And I have noticed that he can in fact turn from his belly to his back when he wants to. This is a new development that I noticed in his crib. I am quite excited to see this next spark of independent movement from him. I am sure soon enough he will be rolling his way around the floor trying to catch up to his sister and brother.

They are really quite good with him too. It is nice to see them love on him so much. I hope it continues and he doesn't end up falling into the category that I did where my sister's never wanted me around because I was toooooooooooo young. I don't think that will happen since the ages separating them isn't all that far apart.